“But, she-,” he said, starting to point at his wife, but Mrs. Brown wasn’t listening. “I told you that you could stay in the house as long as you didn’t interfere with our work,” she said firmly, still pointing towards the door.
“This is my house, woman,” he bit out, deciding that the woman simply needed to be reminded, but apparently she didn’t give a damn whose house it was, because she just kept pointing as she said, “Out.”
So he decided to try a different tactic, one that he hadn’t used since they were children. “She started it!” he said accusingly as he pointed towards Elizabeth, who apparently remembered this little ploy because she let out a heartfelt sob, the same one that used to work on his parents and end with him sent to his room without pudding.
Finally, the damn woman dropped her arm. She folded her hands in front of her as she looked up at him, her expression stern. “Mr. Bradford, it wasn’t Mrs. Bradford that I caught pinning you up against the wall and kissing you senseless when I returned from getting another bucket of soapy water,” she said, reminding him of his offense and making it damn difficult not to smile.
“I was just trying to clean,” Elizabeth said softly, adding a pathetic sniffle at the end that had him biting back another smile and Mrs. Brown’s eyes narrowing on him.
“Why are you taking her side?” Robert demanded, loving the mischievous smile that his minx was sending his way. “She’s the one that started it! She attacked me!” he said, slapping a hand against his chest and making sure to look properly wounded. “I was minding my own business, taking down the wallpaper like you’d asked when she grabbed me from behind and manhandled me!”
Release Date, December 3, 2013
Copyright, 2013, R.L. Mathewson, All Rights Reserved
We are just months away from getting some more Bradford goodness, the wait is excruciating! So to tide us over, and most likely prevent an all out book riot (hey it happens), R.L. has given us another wittle sneak peak! Try to calm yourselves when reading...
I'd do anything to get my hands on this right now, like sell body parts, my soul or pray to some freaky voodoo gods, kind of anything. That's how much I need this book!
Hola amigos, as some of you may or may not know RL is working on a historic Neighbour From Hell novel. Yep that's right, we get to see where it all began with the gorgeous Bradfords. However RL is working full time on the next Pyte/Sentinel novel, and only working on Truce whenever free. Anyways to calm us down she has given us a little something, have a look...
When he didn’t respond she got nervous. She looked up slowly to see him practically shaking with rage. She gulped. Giving him a tentative smile she asked, “Too far?”
Excited for RL's next Pyte novel? Well my darlings I have a wittle sneak peak for you, with some Izzy, Kale and Chris!
“Don’t tell anyone,” Izzy said softly, speaking for the first time in hours.
I come bearing awesome news my darlings, we not only have a release date, but we have a synopsis AND a teaser from RL for Black Heart!
There was something seriously wrong with Marty. That was the only explanation that she could come up with. Why else would she feel this way for the biggest SOB in town? Granted, he was also the hottest man in town, but he was also arrogant, callous, and determined to drive her away even as he drove her crazy with his touch. She should just walk away from him and probably would if it wasn’t for this connection that she’d always had with him that kept making her want more with the one man that couldn’t give her anything more than heartache.
He should have left and never looked back when he’d decided to finally do the right thing and push Marty out of his life, but instead he stuck around to torture himself by staying close to the one woman that he could never allow himself to have. She deserved better than him, better than the tortured existence that he led and better than the horrifying future that waited for him Tristan gripped the edge of the desk until he feared that his fingers would snap off when he felt her warm soft lips press against his shoulder. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his raging hormones. The last thing either one of them needed was him jumping her. Well, that wasn’t entirely true. He could really go for it, but he was pretty sure that she might get upset.
Be a Minion